Being the manager of a hotel - especially one as large and popular as Hotel Transylvania - Dracula didn't always have the time to be around his zing, as much as he wanted to.
But, that of course did not stop him from thinking about her.
Between handing keys at the check-in desk, or sending out the zombie bellhops and witch maids to go and deal with some matter, he often thought about Ericka.
Most of his thoughts were quite innocent enough.
He would think about her cute little laugh, or her full rosy cheeks, or the way her warm hand fit so well in his. The way she would sigh as she leaned her head against his shoulder, or the way her lips upturned in a smile even at his cheesy pickup lines, or the mischievous twinkle in her sparkling blue eyes… He'd sigh out loud sometimes, just waiting for his shift to be over so that he could climb into the coffin with her and snuggle.
But then, alongside those thoughts, sometimes there would be moments where some rather not-very-innocent thoughts about her creep into his mind.
He couldn't help it when it did. The heated memories of all their nights tangled with each other, limbs entwined and skin beaded with the sweat of exertion, flashed in his head. The way she squirmed and begged as he kissed her hotly, nails digging into the muscles on his back and legs wrapping tightly around his waist. The way she gasped and trembled as he would pick up pace, faster and harder, anticipating that peak of pleasure. The way she screamed his name when that blissful moment finally came, how she clung to him and accepted all he had to offer, her beautiful body writhing and shuddering beneath him…
He is thankful that he is a vampire, and that there isn't the rush of blood rising into his face to indicate the heavy blush that would be coating his cheeks. His friends would certainly not hold back in teasing him if they actually knew what he actually pondered about as he went about business. But that didn't mean his heartwasn'tbeating rapidly in his chest as his imagination ran rampant. Imagination, he reminded himself, that was always bound to become reality once the doors of their chambers were shut and the lights were dimmed.
Because from there, nothing mattered but him and Ericka.